Lyrics:
on being a lap dancer
Yeah, you’re not ready, you black Somalian
You’re not ready
Don’t even open your mouth blud
Before you say something stupid and
You get
Sometimes at night
The black sky shines so bright
Bring more light then the sunniest days
Don't you feel that spirit?
Dont you feel that spirit?
PAPER
Nobody does me better
Nobody instrumental by Robin Wesley
Nobody can do me better
Than All My Paper
Nobody can do me better
Than All
yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's
you're walking through the rain
Still I maintain
The top can get so lonely
The top can get so lonely
But it's better than the bottom
You told me
my home
I put the chrome to my dome when I'm all alone
By my lonely, I'm gonna join my dead homie
No hope, and I can't cope with the mental stress
ass locked up and there's no key
Can't act tough, bitch it's not lowkey
Bet yo dumbass feelin really fuckin lonely
The boys back to rap fast and contract
No cap, I backtrack and contrast
Out of luck, you crossed paths with black cats
Scratch that. I'll think back
Uh, yeah, yuh (Yuh, uh)
Uh, yeah, what, what, what
(That boy Cassius) huh, yuh, yeah, yeah
(Mu-Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda) yuh (Yuh)
Look into my eyes, I got
Stop the bus
I want to be lonely
When seconds pass slowly
And years go flying by
You gotta stop the bus
We get off here
Enough's enough
the whips and switch the cribs up
Get my dick sucked by mermaids
Black shades, Hermès
The whole last winter I went through a fur phase
Yeah, that summer
I'm just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for
Verse 1: Master P
Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
To high to see his
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
Uh huh
Uh huh
Whoo
Yeah, yeah, let's get it
Fuck you
cy, yeah
What up my niggas and niggettes
If you ain't know by now, yeah I been next
Gained
the deceased
Many try to paint a picture cause the color of my pigment
It's hard to segregate the boy was young and black and gifted
And speaking of society,
[Chorus]
That don't make me a bad guy
Don't scar my resume
Don't you give me a black eye
Judgin' by my day-to-day
He's in love with
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
We on now baby 227
Hutch, Habbie, SNS holla at your boy
Blockworks
By the time niggas realize what happened
It'll already be too late
By then
know me
Bitch it's all me, it wasn't written for me
Black van fulla niggas in skullies
Rappers lyin, softer than Teletubbies
Hate online, but in real
promise you'll find the key
To that punchline, feelin' just fine
Let the abyss of my mind, my mind consume
Snap my fingers like Thanos and Bobby Boy
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
dummies go get it
I got a key in the bag and the cops on my ass
But I swear that I'm mo'fuckin' drippin'
'Cause if I ain't in it you
Know I'm gon' kill it
ties than EastBay
Heartthrob to bitches got more game EA
Grade A
Sadity bitch eat like Ceviche
Black boy cover in chains like Kunta Kinte
Rose
figures
Police drive by, I was click clacking triggers
Jay De Lucas put me with the fam to grow
I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the flow
I had
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